A/N: Hi everybody. Well, this is a little experiment which I'm not sure anybody is gonna like. But it's basically a DA story with a plot/ idea borrowed from Alias.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Dark Angel characters nor do I intend to steal the Alias storyline. This is just for fun!!!
An ALIAS Approach
Chapter 1
Max reached the outskirts of Seattle at dusk. The skyscrapers shone dimly through the foggy and humid air. She stopped the bike she had borrowed after having escaped the facility in Utah. Ever since she had been riding towards Seattle she had paid attention on anybody following her. By now she was certain she had made it without having been tracked. She had never stopped, hadn't slept nor eaten. Her only focus had been getting finally home.
*
She parked the bike and looked up towards the apartment she shared with Cindy. The lights were on, and hopefully she would not run in on Cindy and a new chick. She smiled nervously, she had no idea how Original Cindy would react. She had been gone for weeks, had been assumed dead. After all she had died in Logan's arms. Logan, that was a different story. It would be so much harder to meet him again. But for now, she looked forward to hug her homegirl.
*
She knocked on the door, feeling like she had no right to invade the apartment just like that. After a moment a small, skinny guy in an undershirt and boxer shorts opened he door. "How can I help ya, Miss?"
Max was taken aback. "I…I was looking for Original Cindy...is she her?"
"Oh, you mean the girl who used to live here?"
"Used to? As in doesn't live here anymore?" Max looked at the guy in panic. "What happened?"
"She moved out. But that was more than a year ago." The guy shrugged.
"A year ago??!"
"Miss, are you okay? Can I get you something to drink?"
Max snapped awake again. "No. No, thanks. I'm fine. Any idea where she lives now?"
"Uhm, sorry. I don't know."
"Okay, sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. Bye." Like in trance, Max walked down the stairs back to her bike. Her heart was pounding, her hands were shaking. Without really knowing what she was doing she started the engine and found herself in front of Crash a few minutes later.
*
Reluctantly she entered the bar, she was confused and shocked. At least the bar was still as loud and crowded as it used to be. It brought a little comfort. On a stool next to the entrance lay some flyers and she picked one up, her eyes going wide when she saw the date. This couldn't be true!! According to this almost two years had passed since hat night they had taken down Manticore! She had to lean against the wall, her legs felt weak all of the sudden, her head was spinning.
"Max?"
Max immediately recognized the voice. "Cindy!" She embraced her homegirl desperately.
"Max, how…oh my God. Is that really you?"
After a minute of staring at each other in shock they left the bar and sat down on the curb in front of it. "Damn it, girl. We thought you were dead!"
"I think I was." Cindy looked at her, frowning. "I…how long was I gone?"
"It's been more than one year, hell, nearly two years!"
"I don't know what happened," Max whispered.
"I'm gonna fill you in. Now it's all good, boo."
"No, I mean, I don't even remember the past two years. It's like this night happened yesterday." Max had tears in her eyes. She had never felt that lost in her entire life.
"What is hat supposed to mean? You lost your memory or somethin'?"
"Of the past two years apparently yes."
"Wow." Cindy embraced her friend out of an impulse. "We're gonna work things out, Max. Let's go home, okay? You look like you could use some sleep, and things will look a lot brighter in the morning, aiight?"
Max nodded, glad her friend was there to take charge, she felt exhausted and tired. In a daze she rode the bike to Cindy's new crib and followed her inside.
Together they sat on the couch, Cindy telling her about moving in with her new girlfriend, how she hated being in the old apartment without Max. The girlfriend was history by now, she had left Seattle to become a big move star, but at least Cindy had gotten to keep the apartment.
"How is Logan?" Cindy swallowed, she had been afraid of this question. "Cindy?" Max felt a lump rise in her throat. "He is fine, isn't he? He survived, right?"
"Max…"
"He lives, doesn't he?"
"Yes, he does. But Max, he...he has a new girlfriend." Cindy didn't know how she could have made it easier on Max. She watched helplessly as Max bit her lips and closed her eyes, fighting to keep her composure. "Max, he suffered. He almost killed himself. It took him nearly one year to get his life back together."
She sat there, in silence, trying to understand how her entire life could have spun out of control like this. She had lost two years! Two years! Two whole years were gone and her friends had moved on while nothing seemed to have changed for her, though apparently everything had.
"Max, get some rest. You are tired and confused."
"No, I need to get out. Can we please go back to Crash? I need a beer."
She stood up, grabbed her jacket and waited for Cindy at the door.
*
Max took a deep step when closing in on Sketchy and Herbal. She sheepishly smiled at the two men who stared at her like they were seeing a ghost.
"Max?" Sketchy was the first to recover. "Is that you?"
She nodded. "Hi."
"Wow, come here! I need to squeeze you to see if that's real!" He embraced her tightly. "We thought you were gone. Where have you been?"
"I wish I could tell you."
Herbal was next. He hugged her and then grinned at her broadly. "Now it's all good again. We really…" He suddenly traced off and when Max followed his gaze she found Logan standing on the lowest step, a petite blond holding his hand. He stood there, just staring at her in shock.
**
Okay, that was just the beginning. I don't know if this is worth continuing. I've already written most of the story, but not yet typed it in. So you guys tell me if you want me to go on, okay?
Disclaimer: I do not own any Dark Angel characters nor do I intend to steal the Alias storyline. This is just for fun!!!
An ALIAS Approach
Chapter 1
Max reached the outskirts of Seattle at dusk. The skyscrapers shone dimly through the foggy and humid air. She stopped the bike she had borrowed after having escaped the facility in Utah. Ever since she had been riding towards Seattle she had paid attention on anybody following her. By now she was certain she had made it without having been tracked. She had never stopped, hadn't slept nor eaten. Her only focus had been getting finally home.
*
She parked the bike and looked up towards the apartment she shared with Cindy. The lights were on, and hopefully she would not run in on Cindy and a new chick. She smiled nervously, she had no idea how Original Cindy would react. She had been gone for weeks, had been assumed dead. After all she had died in Logan's arms. Logan, that was a different story. It would be so much harder to meet him again. But for now, she looked forward to hug her homegirl.
*
She knocked on the door, feeling like she had no right to invade the apartment just like that. After a moment a small, skinny guy in an undershirt and boxer shorts opened he door. "How can I help ya, Miss?"
Max was taken aback. "I…I was looking for Original Cindy...is she her?"
"Oh, you mean the girl who used to live here?"
"Used to? As in doesn't live here anymore?" Max looked at the guy in panic. "What happened?"
"She moved out. But that was more than a year ago." The guy shrugged.
"A year ago??!"
"Miss, are you okay? Can I get you something to drink?"
Max snapped awake again. "No. No, thanks. I'm fine. Any idea where she lives now?"
"Uhm, sorry. I don't know."
"Okay, sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. Bye." Like in trance, Max walked down the stairs back to her bike. Her heart was pounding, her hands were shaking. Without really knowing what she was doing she started the engine and found herself in front of Crash a few minutes later.
*
Reluctantly she entered the bar, she was confused and shocked. At least the bar was still as loud and crowded as it used to be. It brought a little comfort. On a stool next to the entrance lay some flyers and she picked one up, her eyes going wide when she saw the date. This couldn't be true!! According to this almost two years had passed since hat night they had taken down Manticore! She had to lean against the wall, her legs felt weak all of the sudden, her head was spinning.
"Max?"
Max immediately recognized the voice. "Cindy!" She embraced her homegirl desperately.
"Max, how…oh my God. Is that really you?"
After a minute of staring at each other in shock they left the bar and sat down on the curb in front of it. "Damn it, girl. We thought you were dead!"
"I think I was." Cindy looked at her, frowning. "I…how long was I gone?"
"It's been more than one year, hell, nearly two years!"
"I don't know what happened," Max whispered.
"I'm gonna fill you in. Now it's all good, boo."
"No, I mean, I don't even remember the past two years. It's like this night happened yesterday." Max had tears in her eyes. She had never felt that lost in her entire life.
"What is hat supposed to mean? You lost your memory or somethin'?"
"Of the past two years apparently yes."
"Wow." Cindy embraced her friend out of an impulse. "We're gonna work things out, Max. Let's go home, okay? You look like you could use some sleep, and things will look a lot brighter in the morning, aiight?"
Max nodded, glad her friend was there to take charge, she felt exhausted and tired. In a daze she rode the bike to Cindy's new crib and followed her inside.
Together they sat on the couch, Cindy telling her about moving in with her new girlfriend, how she hated being in the old apartment without Max. The girlfriend was history by now, she had left Seattle to become a big move star, but at least Cindy had gotten to keep the apartment.
"How is Logan?" Cindy swallowed, she had been afraid of this question. "Cindy?" Max felt a lump rise in her throat. "He is fine, isn't he? He survived, right?"
"Max…"
"He lives, doesn't he?"
"Yes, he does. But Max, he...he has a new girlfriend." Cindy didn't know how she could have made it easier on Max. She watched helplessly as Max bit her lips and closed her eyes, fighting to keep her composure. "Max, he suffered. He almost killed himself. It took him nearly one year to get his life back together."
She sat there, in silence, trying to understand how her entire life could have spun out of control like this. She had lost two years! Two years! Two whole years were gone and her friends had moved on while nothing seemed to have changed for her, though apparently everything had.
"Max, get some rest. You are tired and confused."
"No, I need to get out. Can we please go back to Crash? I need a beer."
She stood up, grabbed her jacket and waited for Cindy at the door.
*
Max took a deep step when closing in on Sketchy and Herbal. She sheepishly smiled at the two men who stared at her like they were seeing a ghost.
"Max?" Sketchy was the first to recover. "Is that you?"
She nodded. "Hi."
"Wow, come here! I need to squeeze you to see if that's real!" He embraced her tightly. "We thought you were gone. Where have you been?"
"I wish I could tell you."
Herbal was next. He hugged her and then grinned at her broadly. "Now it's all good again. We really…" He suddenly traced off and when Max followed his gaze she found Logan standing on the lowest step, a petite blond holding his hand. He stood there, just staring at her in shock.
**
Okay, that was just the beginning. I don't know if this is worth continuing. I've already written most of the story, but not yet typed it in. So you guys tell me if you want me to go on, okay?
